April 11, 2012

A Little Cut, A Little Color

When I was 18, silly, impulsive and angry, I cut my hair real short. REAL SHORT. Like a boy. Like one inch short. And that left me dateless for the next two years. Because no boy in my school wants to date another boy. And I am even angrier. You see everybody goes through a phase. I have lots of phase I am ashamed to share with you, so am gonna skip on my past and talk about what's now. Though I really wanted to cut my hair real short this time again, or shave them all because of the heat, I don't think I am capable of living alone after my family left me. I guess at this point in my life I can only do a little bit of everything just to feed that little rebel (and stupid) inside me.